7 Billion

7 billion stars
for 7 billion dreams
7 billion scars
to 7 billion screams
if you can count the copulation of man leading to overpopulation and famine then
why cant I count on you to do whats best for the many but still not completely forget the few?
These people are more important than an old zinc penny that you pinchin right through
for example mr average joe just not so smart of a learner
he gets off the rigs right from the start pulled out of his car harassed and trampled by the pigs then shot in the heart by those who dont know what it is to be a hard worker.
Then there's the real tragedy his sons an orphan, turned to whatever to help his mom pay rent so its lady luck he's courtin. Now money is the only thing thats important that isnt imported. His pills are sorted, over the heads of his friends he's lorded. His mother just OD'd from the shit sold down the corner; this other type of shit that gets snorted, or as he'll later learn, cooked and smoked.
His eyes leave nothing to surprise; his looks now broke.
Everything he had to live for, both parents, gone now all he has left is to get hooked and choked.
He's supposed to still give a shit about the government, about the president? He refuses to cast that crooked vote.
He just wants change, nothing that strange, he just looks at the night sky, at the stars and hopes. Wishin on each of them
7 billion stars
for 7 billion dreams
7 billion scars
to 7 billion screams